A/N: Sorry it took me so long to update I was on Spring Holiday…I own nothing…

Chapter 4: The Truth

The front door swung open and everyone (even Stephen) screamed. There standing the doorway was a dark haired man with round glasses and a long brown cloak. His face looked stern and he was holding a rod out in front of him almost like a wand.

"What the hell are you going to do with my daughter?" Mum cried sternly. Her face was beet red and she was clinging to Lindy like there was no tomorrow.

"Just relax," he said lower the rod and putting in it the pocket of his cloak, "My name is Harry Potter and I'm here because you haven't been answering Glinda's letters."

"Mum," Lindy said quietly, "What's going on?"

"Don't worry, Sweetheart," her mother reassured her, "You're not going anywhere." Mrs. Beiner looked the man straight in the eye and said, "We're not interested, now get out of my house or we're calling the authorities."

"Please," the man called Potter said casually, "Just let me explain."

"GET OUT!" Mrs. Beiner screamed.

The man looked like he was going to snap at her back but Lindy got there first, "MUM! Just let him explain!"

"NO!" she said, I'm your mother, you listen to me.

"Bu…" Lindy pleaded.

Mr. Beiner spoke up, "Deborah," he said solemnly, "You know there's nothing we can do."

Mrs. Beiner began to tear up, "Go on, come sit, make your self at home," she wept.

The man walked into the living room where they were all scattered out on the rug. Mrs. Beiner and Lindy got up off the floor and sat in the big sofa next to Stephen. The man took the loveseat opposite from them and Dad plopped down into his chair.

It was silent for a couple seconds until Stephen asked, "So what's going on here?"

"Did you read the letter, Glinda?" the man asked Lindy.

"Yes," she said, "But only the first attachment."

"Well," he said, "Than you know that you've been accepted to a special school…a wizarding school."

"This is a joke, right?" Stephen asked. His lower lip was quivering and sweat was dripping down his face.

Mum shock her head, "I'm afraid not."

"You knew!" Lindy cried.

"Well," she answered, "Your father and I always knew you were different. You always seemed to make impossible stuff happen. Then when you were about five years old we were in the grocery store and you were throwing a fit about not getting the cereal you wanted. I was deeply embarrassed as there was a lady behind us watching. Then out of nowhere the box of cereal flies straight out of my hand and into our shopping cart. I screamed but the woman behind us just said, 'Quite an intelligent little witch you have there' then she drew a wand out of her cloak and made the box soar right back to the self. I was terrified." Lindy vaguely remembered that, but at the time she was young enough not to see it as something unusual.

"Wait…does this mean that Lindy's a…" Stephen began.

"A witch," the man finished, "And I'm a wizard, and so were your parents."

Lindy's mother bursted into tears. Lindy couldn't believe what she had heard…did he say…were. "What do you mean?" she asked in a terrified tone.

"Oh no," the man whispered, "You didn't tell her…"

"No," Stephen said, "They didn't, I did…but she didn't believe me…"

"STEPHEN WILLIAM!" Dad yelled, "FOR THE REST OF THE DAY SPEAK WHEN YOU'RE SPOKEN TO!"

"Yes sir..." the teenager whispered.

"I don't understand," Lindy said, "Am I adopted."

Her mother nodded while wiping her eyes, "I'm so sorry. I wanted to tell you…but when we realized you were different we just felt so…so…sorry. We thought telling you that you were adopted would make you feel even more awkward. We wanted you to know that we love you as much as we would if you were our own biological child."

Lindy thought about it. It was plainly obvious that she was adopted. For one thing, she didn't look anything like anyone in her family. They all had brown hair and brown eyes. She had blonde hair and grey eyes. She was also tall, everyone else was short. They were all interested in sports…she wasn't. They were outgoing…she was shy. They were math wizzes…she preferred English.

Then there was the fact that she had never seen an ultrasound picture of herself, her mother never told stories about when she was born, and her parents wouldn't let her look at her birth certificate. (Probably because it had the name of the adoption agency) But the most obvious thing had to be her name, Glinda Narcissa. Everyone else had simple names such as: Deborah Nicole, Owen William, Mary Lynn Elizabeth, and Stephen William. When Lindy asked where she got her name her mother would say, 'It sounded unique, like you.'

At this point Lindy was furious…a lie, she thought, my whole life's been a lie. "It would have been easier if you had just told me!" she cried, "Stephen and Mary Lynn knew!"

"I'm so sorry sweetheart," her mother said sympathetically, reaching out to pat her daughter's shoulder, but Lindy quickly pulled away.

Mr. Beiner sighed; "I remember it like it was yesterday…" he began.

Stephen rolled his eyes and turned to the man in the cloak, "Tea? Milk? Coffee? Anything?" he offered forgetting the "speak when you're spoken to" order by his father.

The man shock his head, "No thank you."

Mr. Beiner continued, "Your mother and I always wanted three kids. Ever since we found out we were pregnant with Mary Lynn. Probably because I was one of three and your poor mother never had any brothers or sisters. So, after Stephen and Mary Lynn were born we were extremely happy but we longed for just one more, preferably a girl. So after years of trying…"

"And details we don't need to mention," Stephen rudely added, his parents ignored him.

"We decided to adopt. We got you from Evergreen and immediately fell in love with you."

Mrs. Beiner wiped her tears with her hands. The man gave her a handkerchief out of his pocket and she finished Mr. Beiner's story, "We didn't even consider any of the other baby's. We knew you were the one."

"But the spooky thing is," Mr. Beiner said in an eerie tone, "The women at the agency were practically persuading us not to adopt you because they claimed you just showed up on their front step one day with a disturbing note."

The man had a mysterious expression on his face.

"What did the note say?" Lindy asked, trying to sound direct.

"We kept it somewhere," Mrs. Beiner said, "But I haven't seen it in years, something like 'Please except this child into your foster home…'"

The man gave another mysterious grin and uttered, "She's two months old and without a parent or guardian. We request for her to be adopted as soon as possible and for you to treat her with extra special care."

"How do you know!" Mrs. Beiner asked harshly.

"I wrote it," he said proudly.

"Wait…" Stephen said, "You aren't her father are you…"

"Merlin's beard no!" he cried almost as if Stephen had asked if he was a woman, "I'm an auror. I look out for dark wizards."

"What does that have to do with an orphan?" Stephen demanded.

The man stuttered, "A-absolutely nothing, I just happened to be available that night." Lindy could tell he was lying.

"So who are her parents?" Stephen demanded again. Lindy felt that he was the most curious out of everyone, or at least the only one who managed to get words out.

"That's not important right now," he said automatically, "Right now we need to discuss this school issue."

Lindy felt that knowing where she came from was much more important than some stupid old school but her mother nodded in agreement. "She's still not going."

"Deborah!" Mr. Beiner cried, "I thought we agreed there was no avoided this topic."

"We agreed there was no avoided the topic of her becoming a witch, but we can certainly avoid the topic of her going miles away, all school year, to some crackpot boarding school!" Mum yelled pointing her finger at her husband.

"Excuse me!" the man shouted, "But Hogwarts has been around for thousands of years and never has there been a single magical child that hasn't attended!"

"Well then it looks like she's going to be the first one!" Mrs. Beiner snapped.

"I'm sorry," he replied firmly, "But you really don't have a choice, I can and I will get the Ministry of Magic on the case."

"Whatever that is," Dad said trying to sound calm, "It sounds like a court action, and I don't think that's necessary."

"Than what do you suggest we do?" Mrs. Beiner replied sternly.

"Why we let Lindy decide?" Dad offered.

Everyone looked Lindy. "Well, Glinda? Do you want to go?" the man asked. Lindy looked down at her feet. The truth was that she wanted nothing more than to learn more about witchcraft (except maybe to find out about her biological parents). She wanted to give this boarding school a try. She wanted to go to a place where she just might fit in. However, she was also very afraid of leaving her mother heartbroken.

"I-I-d-don't know…" she stuttered, "Mum if you don't want me to I won't go."

"Glinda, the important thing is what you want to do," the man said. Lindy wasn't comfortable answering to someone she didn't know so she just looked at her mother in hope of an answer.

Mrs. Beiner began tearing up again, "I suppose he's right…you decide Lindy."

"Then, yes," she replied confidently, "I want to go."

"Good," the man answered before anyone else, "Term starts September 2nd. Oh, and of course you'll need supplies, and money. We'll have to arrange a date and time to do that."

"I-I-can't believe this…Lindy gone for an entire school year…I'll have this house all to myself…" Stephen said in a surprised voice.

"Well," Mum said, still teary eyed, "Will that be all for now?"

"Not quite," the man answered, "You're going to need another one of these." He reached into his pocket again, pulled out another letter, and handed it to Lindy. Then got up and headed for the door. "Oh, and one more thing," he said, "None of you can repeat anything you saw," he looked straight at Stephen, "Muggles are not mean to know about magic."

"Muggles?" Stephen and Lindy asked at the same time.

"Non-magic people," he explained, "What do you say August 23rd we go shopping for school supplies."

"That's fine with me," Dad replied.

"Yes," Mum agreed solemnly, "That'd be great."

The wizard left and the whole room was silent. "Uh…" Stephen mumbled breaking the silence, "I'm going out to shoot a few with the guys." He quickly ran upstairs to get ready.

Lindy glared at her mother. "I'm so sorry," Mrs. Beiner whispered. Lindy gave her a dirty look and ran upstairs to her room.

Over the next few weeks Lindy's parents were extra nice to her. Mr. Beiner took her upstairs to the attic to look for the note that was left near at the door step of the adoption agency. She must have read through it fifty times and even kept it under her pillow.

On August 23rd Lindy and her mother took a train to London to meet Mr. Potter who was going to take her shopping for school supplies.

"Are you sure he said he would meet you here near the market?" Mrs. Beiner asked as she and Lindy were walking down the busy street looking around for a dark haired man with glasses that was nowhere to be seen.

"Yes," Lindy said, "He owled it to me last night."

"OH MY LORD!" her mother cried looking at the street corner where Mr. Potter had just appeared out of nowhere, "Did you see that!"

Lindy laughed. "Yes," she answered, "And I'm not exactly surprised." Lindy opened the van door and hopped out of the car, list in hand. "Are you sure you don't want to come, Mum?"

"Oh, no," she answered, "I wouldn't fit in anyhow, have fun." Lindy waved and watched her mother turn around and walk back to the train station.

"Hello, Glinda," Mr. Potter said.

"Can you please call me Lindy?"

"Of course, follow me," he answered smiling. Lindy was still not comfortable with Mr. Potter, to her he represented another part of the lie she was living.

"Look, Lindy," Mr. Potter said stopping, "I know this is a difficult time for you but I want to let you know that I'm here to help, and if you have any questions about this new world you're discovering feel free to ask."

"Ok…" Lindy said suddenly feeling brave, "Tell me, who were my parents?"

Mr. Potter sighed. "Let's get to Diagon Alley first."

"Fine…" she said. At this moment she felt that if she didn't get an answer now than her head was going to explode.

Lindy followed Mr. Potter towards a record store. "Here we are," he said, just follow me. Lindy smirked and followed Mr. Potter right into a tiny run-down pub.

"Welcome to the Leaky Cauldron," he said. The place was very dark and very cramped with a lot of drunken wizards in dark cloaks sitting at the bar and talking, some whispering.

"It's not the fanciest place," Mr. Potter said when he saw Lindy's nervous expression, "But it's the only way of getting to the alley without using wizarding transportation."

"Harry Potter!" the man old man behind the counter exclaimed, his grubby teeth showing. "How are you? How's the wife?"

"Good afternoon, Tom," Mr. Potter answered, "I'm fine, Ginny too."

"Good, the kids?" he asked.

"Great, Jamie and Lily Jane are excited for school."

"And what brings you to Diagon Alley, little early for shopping, can I get you anything?"

"No, that's fine. I'm actually here with…"

"Is that…Glinda Malfoy?" a younger man at the bar asked in shock.

Malfoy? Glinda wondered, Was that my dad's name?

"Well, yes," Mr. Potter answered, "It's for the ministry you know."

"Now that's something you'd never guess would happen, an auror taking a Death Eater's child on a lil' outing," the same man said at first sounding serious and then breaking out into laughter.

Lindy figured that what ever a "Death Eater" was it didn't sound good. Maybe the reason he doesn't want me to know who my parents are is because they were bad people.

"Well, yes, we must be going," Mr. Potter answered not looking the least bit amused, "Come along Lindy."

A few men at the bar continued laughing. "You'd shut-up if you knew what's good for you," Tom snapped at them.

Lindy started to slowly follow behind Mr. Potter. Then she noticed a dark-haired, pug faced woman with a velvet dark purple cloak look at her straight in the eye and mouthed, "Girl…get over here."

She ignored her and continued walking. Then out of nowhere she felt a tug at her shirt and began to slide across the bar floor over towards the woman. "Hey, stop!" she cried when she realized the woman was using a spell to lure her in. Most of the men were laughing, but Tom had his back turned.

"Don't worry, dear," the woman said in a seemingly fake-sweet voice once Lindy was in her grasp. "I'm not going to hurt you."

"Then what do you want?" she asked sharply. The woman gripped her shirt tighter.

"You're Glinda Malfoy," she answered, "I simply wanted to meet you."

"Well, it's nice to meet you, I must go." Lindy attempted to break free but the woman kept tugging at her shirt.

"Wait, wait," she said in the fake tone, "I haven't even introduced myself…my name is Pansy Parkingson, and I knew your father, Draco Malfoy."

"That's great," Lindy said tempted to ask questions.

"You want to know who he was, I can tell you…"

Lindy opened her mouth to speak but a deep voice behind her interrupted her, "PANSY…Let her go."

"You're not my teacher anymore, now remember," the woman answered dropping the girl.

A/N: Another cliff hanger…muhaha…I promise the next one won't take as long. I bet you guys can guess who it is this time.